Hotelling

During the course of hotel work, one does experience quite a variety of people. I've talked in lengths about it already, and a few days ago, yet another case was added to the thick books chronicling my life in this business. Most places I've worked, I've never felt that the hotel I worked at, had my back, or trusted me. I mentioned this fact in a recent post. But the other day, I was positively surprised. Once again.

Several times on this blog, have I written about the hotels I've worked at, compared them, reminisced, ranted and raved etc. Things develop over time, of course, and things are taking a new turn in here. Not directly affecting me, it's not something I'm terribly concerned about, but it does make me think back to times, when I was affected.

I guess I'll have to recall a statement made the other day; germans can't understand humor. Ok ok, so I knew it was quite the generalization, and of course I didn't mean to claim every german is as stonefashed as the Berlin Wall. We've had many guests around here, that were nice and humorous people, and of course, I've also met them outside the hotelling business. The contrast between those, and the ones I was on about the other day, however, amuses me.

I know I often rant on about the weird antics of guests here, but in all honesty, I am constantly amazed at how insanely stupid and pointless many people allow themselves to be. Take, for instance, this guy the other day...